Instant Coffee Blues Lyrics - Old No. 1 - Guy Clark

Now he washed all the road dirt 

From his face and from his neck 

Sat down at her table 

And she picked up his check 

And she took him home for reasons 

That she did not understand 

And he had all the answers 

But he did not show his hand 

For he knew the taste 

Of this wine very well 

It all goes down so easily 

But the next day is hell 

Morning, "Was I drunk last night?" 

She whispered in the shower 

While he lay there and smoked 

His way there through the final hour 

Her, she's feelin' empty 

Like she'd felt it every time 

And he was feelin' just the same 

But he was tryin' to make it rhyme 

But time was of the essence 

So they both did their best 

To meet up in the kitchen 

Feelin' fully dressed 

She just had to go to work 

And he just had to go 

And she knew where and he knew 

How to blow it off and so 

They shot the breeze quite cavalier 

To the boilin' of the pot 

And sang the instant coffee blues 

And never fired a shot 

And him he hit the driveway 

With his feelings in a case 

And her she hit the stoplight 

And touched up her face 

So you tell them the difference 

Between caring and not 

And that it's all done with mirrors 

Lily as not 

I said, it's all done with mirrors 

Of which they have none 

To play the instant coffee blues 

Into the morning sun